Disclaimer: I so own Camp Rock. Totally. It's crazy, the things I dream at night...

Look, guys, I'm really sorry things are going so slow. I wanted Mitchie to get settled in a little before the story REALLY began. But things WILL start moving. I promise.

My head nodded forward for the third time that morning, and breakfast still had yet to end. I heard Barron laughing, and made an attempt to swat at him. However, al I managed to do was get a handful of milk and cereal, tip my bowl over onto my lap, and make Barron fall on the floor, laughing even harder than before. All of us at the table attempted to mop up the mess with napkins, but nothing could be done about the large wet spot on my shirt and jeans. I was Mitchie across the room put her hand up as a barrier between us, pretending I wasn't her mother. Slowly people stopped staring and went back to their own breakfasts, leaving my table alone.

Before I'd spilled my breakfast all over myself, Barron had introduced me to a couple of his friends from previous years. Caitlyn, the producing instructor, was sitting on my left, and Peggy, the song writing instructor, was sitting next to her. Sander, Lola and Ella were all still asleep, but Sander was a dancing instructor, and Lola and Ella shared the job of performance instructors.

They told me that Tess Tyler, one of the biggest pop performers (not to mention TJ Tyler's daughter), had come to this camp around the same time they had, and that she used to be the diva of the camp. I was surprised at how many stars had come here: Tess Tyler, The Jonas Brothers, some band members of Evanescece, and, of course, Connect 3. A lot of people who went here as campers grew up to be famous, regardless of whether or not they won Final Jam. The ones who didn't become famous, or didn't want to, usually ended up instructing here.

All my classes were in the afternoon, so I decided to explore the camp a little more. Believe it or not, I had only seen a portion of the camp while trying to find Brown's Cabin yesterday. I walked down around the docks, looking for something to do. Suddenly, two o'clock seemed days away. Everyone was in some sort of class- including Katie, who was shadowing Mitchie for the day- and the instructors who weren't teaching were catching up on sleep. But after the milk-and-cereal accident, I was wide awake. I sat heavily on the bench, making the dock wobble a bit. I'd never realized my lack of a life outside of being a teach and mother.

"So, I never really pegged you as the kind of person to name your daughter after you, but hey, you were always surprising me," a voice I recognized all too well said from behind me. I dug my fingers into the wood of the seat of the bench, staring intently at the lake as Shane sat down next to me, guitar in hand. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Shane smiling at me, and I rubbed my upper arms again.

"Hello, Mitchie," Shane smiled sweetly at me. "Fancy meeting you here after all these years."

"Michelle," I corrected stiffly. "My name is Michelle."

"Oh, come on, Mitchie." I could see him rolling his eyes. "Don't be like this. We're old friends, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I think you do."

"No, I really don't. I'm just a fan you spent a day with, remember?" Shane's smirk disappeared as soon as the words were out of my mouth, and I fought the urge to shove him into the lake, guitar and all.

"Oh, that..."

"Yeah. That."

"I swear, Mitchie-"

"It's Michelle!"

"Fine! Michelle, I swear, my manager made me do it. He made me say that I never knew you. Something about bad image, or whatever."

"Oh, this is rich! I'm bad for your image, so you just completely deny our friendship and our relationship?" I was pissed now.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? And the whole me-and-Demi thing was just for publicity for our movie!" I shook my head, still not over the fact that he'd denied ever knowing me because I was "bad for his image". It was as if our entire past had disappeared with his words.

"Mitchie, please, talk to me." His tone and eyes were pleading, but I was too furious to care.

"No, Shane. It's like you said: I don't even know you. And, if anyone asks, I will deny our entire friendship, just like you did." As I stood up to leave, he stood up too and grabbed my wrist, forcing me to turn back to him.

"Fine. I don't blame you for being mad. I would be too. But just remember this: I've regretted saying that for twenty years. I've never been in a real relationship for more than two weeks because every single one of those girls reminded me of you in some way or another, but they could never actually be you. I missed you, Mitchie. More than you can imagine." I stared blankly at him for a moment before pulling my wrist out of his hand.

"That was a nice little speech, Shane, but if you expect me to just fall into your arms and forgive you, you're sadly mistaken. This isn't the movies."Shane lowered his gaze to the ground and opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"But, I missed you too." I nodded a few times, then turned my back to him and walked off back towards the camp.

Hey, so I learned a new interesting fact today: Apparently carrot cake has pineapple in it. And, being stupidly adventurous as I am, I decided to try carrot cake for the first time today. Bad idea. Turns out I'm allergic to pineapple. Yeah, that was fun...